Name:Marie-Antoniette Age: 22 Gender: Female Occupation: The Queen of France Social Class:First estate/Royalty (corrected by Gabe!) Financial situation: The most wealthy in all of France Appearance:Dressed in extravgant gowns and jewelry.I am pale with light blue eyes and rosy cheeks. My lips are round and red and nose is high. Daily routine:I wake up everyday around ten o'clock and say my prayers. Then my ladies in waiting come in and retrive whatever it is I have chosen to wear that day. Due to my expansive wardrobe I often change my outfit three or four times daily. I then bathe in an aroma of beautiful perfumes and soaps. After I'm done, I go back to bed and wait to be served my breakfast. My breakfast usually consists of hot chocolate and bread or coffe and bread. When I have finished my breakfast I then leave to spend time with my husband, while my room is cleaned and my bed is made with fresh linen. At twelve a large ornate table is moved into my room and high court officials, my husband's brothers and other people of right social stature may come visit me. My visit to the churuch comes next, where two men of the clergy escort myself and the Princess to mass. When I return home, myself and my husband feast togethor on a four coures meal. Getting tired of my cumbersome attire I change into something a little less formal to visit my friends and family. A walk through the wonderful graden or a lovely carriage ride usually follows these pleasant visits. The evening is filled with food and entertainment. I feast with my husband and other nobility of correct sociability, while the ochestra entertains us. After dinner my guests and I can engage in a countless number of delightful activites, such as: billiards, card games, and throwing dice. After the evenings activites I retire to my bedchamber where I go to sleep. Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: I am very extravangant and love to spend money on clothes, jewelry,and anything else that I desire. I even built a small village in my back-yard, it is built to look old however, contains all of the comfort of the palace. Past/individual-family history: I was born in 1755 in Vienna. I was born the Archdutches of Austria with my Father as the Emperor of Austria. I lived a realatively normal life as my mother tried to keep my life private. I attended school, and played with non-royal children. I married Louis at the age of fifteen and moved to live with him in France. Family: My Father was the emperor of Austria, and my mother was Maria Theresa of Austria. There are fifteen sibilants in my family, I am the youngest. Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in other classes, AND your opinions and feelings about them): I deal with only a very select amount of people with right social stature. Meaning they must be either from the nobility or clergy. I chose who is in my presence because I am of a higher class then anyone else is France. Religion: I am a dedicated Christian, I go to mass daily. Education: I was educated until I was fourteen at home in the palace of Hofburg.Although I can read and write in German I’m not extremely well educated. The lenient Countess of Brandeiss, who was in charge of my education, decided that it would be better for me to learn religious and moral principles. This distracted from my reading and writing sessions. I could barely read or write German by the time I was twelve. Style of speaking in France:
Languages you speak: I speak both French and Germen fluently. Main privileges and/or conflicts: My privileges are numerous, I don’t pay any taxes, I receive whatever I desire and everyone abides by what I say. The main conflict in my life is the local people of France’s dislike for me. They badmouth me because I am foreign and frivolous with money. However, they just don’t understand the complexities of royal life.
DIARY 1 : Before The Strom
Today I awoke quite late because dinner last night went long into the night. We had a very entertaining guest list, of course, I mean I did hand pick them. We spent the evening and a good part of the night feasting on expensive food and wine while listening to the orchestra. This is why I awoke at 11:30 this morning. As soon as I woke up my maids came streaming into my bedchamber to obey my every order. I selected what I was going to wear, as usual. I chose a gorgeous royal blue and lavender dress with floral embroidery. I matched my dress with my tear-drop diamond necklace, and fresh water pearl bracelet. After they left to retrieve my clothes, my bath tub was rolled in for my daily bath. My bath was surprisingly pleasant today. The water temperature was perfect and my favorite soap quickly spread across my skin making me smell like the roses in my garden. At twelve o’clock exactly I entered my bedchamber for the grande toilette. The highest of the court officials were there. Who specifically though I can’t really remember. However, I will not soon forget how they droned on and on about boring topics like the trials in court they had been dealing with lately. When they eventually left, I got ready for my daily trip to the church. I changed into something a little more humble for my outing. This time I chose a white dress with simple pink and light blue embroidery. The princess and I were accompanied by two members of the clergy to take us to mass. After mass I spent some quality time with my husband as we ate lunch together. My goodness he eats a lot! It’s a wonder that he doesn’t explode.Serving after serving, he has the stomach of a rhino. As he stuffs himself he informs me of the growing financial problems we’re having. Quite frankly, I think he is getting flustered over nothing. If we need more money we will simply increase the taxes on the third estate. It’s not like they could do anything if we increased the taxes. They are uneducated and ignorant; we have no reason to be intimidated by them. After lunch I went to my friend Victoria’s for some coffee. I often look forward to my visits with Victoria; she absolutely adores me, and is sure to give me all the gossip on the noblemen and their wives. We talked longer than usual today, and I was quite ready for some quiet time in the garden by the end of our chat. The evening was the same as it is every day. We feasted and listened to the orchestra. I avoided the oh-so subtle glares of the noblemen’s wives. They are just jealous because they could never afford the gorgeous jewels I have on tonight.They simply have to accept that I’m the highest class and there is no one who will ever surpass me. It’s quite exhausting living amongst idiots. Speaking of which it is quite late and I have to get some rest before tomorrow so good
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June 17th 1789, Today started off as a regular day in the palace, however, failed to remain ordinary with the declaration of the National Assembly and the Tennis Court Oath. I’m beginning to see a frightening pattern in the days lately. The citizens of the third estate are growing more and more determined to make France an equal society. They don’t see that the way France has been living is very normal. The different classes of people and the society in France are uniform to every other country in Europe.There will always be poor peasants and rich Monarchs like me. It’s not my fault I was born into such great fortune. The peasants will simply have to accept the way of life that had been chosen for them. I met a lovely young clergy member today on my outing to church. He was one of my escorts. Usually I say nothing to my escorts, however, today I found myself striking up a pleasant conversation with Emmanuel Barbotin. We talked about the Tennis Court Oath and the shock waves it sent through France. He informed me that more and more nobles are afraid that their once perfect way of life will be sabotaged by all the chaos the third estate is creating. At noon was time for lunch, but I was so distressed I could barely eat. The noise outside was giving me a headache. I did manage to eat a small lunch of cheese, bread, apples, biscuits, pastries, and turkey with truffles as a main. As I ate I discussed with my husband the growing obnoxiousness within the third Estate. He agreed that something had to be done. He assured me that if the National Assembly did not quite down soon he would order to have them arrested. This comforted me; however, I do have to remind myself who we are dealing with. The majority of third estate is uneducated and incapable of intelligent thought. The National Assembly will most likely self-destruct before the palace even has to lift a finger. At this thought I smiled to myself and lifted my wine glass to my lips. Sometimes I get so flustered over the smallest things. The rest of the day went smoothly and without a care. After lunch I went to visit a noblemen’s wife Tiffany. Although Tiffany is one of the most loathsome people I have ever met, Louis told me to go and talk to her about how much we appreciate her husband’s support in our recent hardships. Being the lovely wife that I am I went and talked to her for nearly an hour. When I finally escaped I desperately wanted to go on a carriage ride. I went to ask my lady in waiting to make arrangements for my carriage ride when I realised that the noise from the outside the palace would disrupt my ride through the garden. Sighing heavily I turned toward my bedchamber where I stayed for the remainder of the day.
http://www.historywiz.com/images/frenchrevolution/tenniscourtoathdetail.gif This will be my last diary entry. Tomorrow I will be beheaded in the guillotines. I never could have imagined that I would be found guilty for treason and publicly executed. At first I was shocked now I’m so overwhelmed with fear that I have made myself numb in order to continue to function properly. I sit her alone terrified of what tomorrow brings me. And for once in my life I can do nothing to change my destiny. In the palace I held such a high position, as the Queen, that I always received whatever I wanted with out question. Whatever extravagant jewels or dresses I desired I would receive. No one dared question my judgement or decisions I was untouchable. It is hard to think that you can go form being in that much of a prestigious position to being slaughtered like a cow. In the guillotines people are herded in one after another, and killed quickly without a thought. I imagined my death before. I would be lying on my death bed covered in the most beautiful jewels you had ever seen. Rubies, emeralds, and diamond would plaster me from head to toe. Even the sheets would be made of the finest silk known to man. Everyone would gather around me mourning the great loss of France they were about to witness. Tears flowing down the ladies cheeks like rain drops into an ocean. I would give those ladies a reassuring look, as if to say “it’s going to be alright”. Then I would float away gracefully to the gates of heaven. My husband was killed before me. Although I should be devasted, on this inside I feel nothing. I’m more concerned over my upcoming death than his. He deserved to be executed due to the countless bad decisions he made. The first was locking the third Estate out of the hall. Clearly that was only going to infuriate them and make them more determined. The tennis Court Oath came shortly after as the result of his decision. He drove France into bankruptcy due to his complete incompetence. I have always despised him for being such an indecisive man. Of course I could never say this, not even in my diaries. However, seeing as it’s my last night on earth, I will say whatever I want about my loathsome husband. He didn’t deserve my love. When I was fifteen my mother assured me I’d grow to love him. I didn’t. Saying good bye is difficult because I always imagined I would be saying good bye to more than I blank sheet of paper. However, during the reign of terror almost everyone turned on my husband and I. Our once supporters ran away cowardly. My whole life was turned upside down. And ever since then my life has become a nightmare that I can’t wake up from. However, in this time of darkness I guess I would like to say good-bye to my family, whom I missed terribly during my life away from my true home; Austria. I thank you for all of my wonderful childhood memories. Good-bye and thank-you.
Name:Marie-Antoniette
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Occupation: The Queen of France
Social Class:First estate/Royalty (corrected by Gabe!)
Financial situation: The most wealthy in all of France
Appearance:Dressed in extravgant gowns and jewelry.I am pale with light blue eyes and rosy cheeks. My lips are round and red and nose is high.
Daily routine:I wake up everyday around ten o'clock and say my prayers. Then my ladies in waiting come in and retrive whatever it is I have chosen to wear that day. Due to my expansive wardrobe I often change my outfit three or four times daily. I then bathe in an aroma of beautiful perfumes and soaps. After I'm done, I go back to bed and wait to be served my breakfast. My breakfast usually consists of hot chocolate and bread or coffe and bread. When I have finished my breakfast I then leave to spend time with my husband, while my room is cleaned and my bed is made with fresh linen. At twelve a large ornate table is moved into my room and high court officials, my husband's brothers and other people of right social stature may come visit me. My visit to the churuch comes next, where two men of the clergy escort myself and the Princess to mass. When I return home, myself and my husband feast togethor on a four coures meal. Getting tired of my cumbersome attire I change into something a little less formal to visit my friends and family. A walk through the wonderful graden or a lovely carriage ride usually follows these pleasant visits. The evening is filled with food and entertainment. I feast with my husband and other nobility of correct sociability, while the ochestra entertains us. After dinner my guests and I can engage in a countless number of delightful activites, such as: billiards, card games, and throwing dice. After the evenings activites I retire to my bedchamber where I go to sleep.
Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: I am very extravangant and love to spend money on clothes, jewelry,and anything else that I desire. I even built a small village in my back-yard, it is built to look old however, contains all of the comfort of the palace.
Past/individual-family history: I was born in 1755 in Vienna. I was born the Archdutches of Austria with my Father as the Emperor of Austria. I lived a realatively normal life as my mother tried to keep my life private. I attended school, and played with non-royal children. I married Louis at the age of fifteen and moved to live with him in France.
Family: My Father was the emperor of Austria, and my mother was Maria Theresa of Austria. There are fifteen sibilants in my family, I am the youngest.
Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in other classes, AND your opinions and feelings about them): I deal with only a very select amount of people with right social stature. Meaning they must be either from the nobility or clergy. I chose who is in my presence because I am of a higher class then anyone else is France.
Religion: I am a dedicated Christian, I go to mass daily.
Education: I was educated until I was fourteen at home in the palace of Hofburg.Although I can read and write in German I’m not extremely well educated. The lenient Countess of Brandeiss, who was in charge of my education, decided that it would be better for me to learn religious and moral principles. This distracted from my reading and writing sessions. I could barely read or write German by the time I was twelve.
Style of speaking in France:
Languages you speak: I speak both French and Germen fluently.
Main privileges and/or conflicts: My privileges are numerous, I don’t pay any taxes, I receive whatever I desire and everyone abides by what I say. The main conflict in my life is the local people of France’s dislike for me. They badmouth me because I am foreign and frivolous with money. However, they just don’t understand the complexities of royal life.
DIARY 1 : Before The Strom
Today I awoke quite late because dinner last night went long into the night. We had a very entertaining guest list, of course, I mean I did hand pick them. We spent the evening and a good part of the night feasting on expensive food and wine while listening to the orchestra. This is why I awoke at 11:30 this morning. As soon as I woke up my maids came streaming into my bedchamber to obey my every order. I selected what I was going to wear, as usual. I chose a gorgeous royal blue and lavender dress with floral embroidery. I matched my dress with my tear-drop diamond necklace, and fresh water pearl bracelet. After they left to retrieve my clothes, my bath tub was rolled in for my daily bath. My bath was surprisingly pleasant today. The water temperature was perfect and my favorite soap quickly spread across my skin making me smell like the roses in my garden.
At twelve o’clock exactly I entered my bedchamber for the grande toilette. The highest of the court officials were there. Who specifically though I can’t really remember. However, I will not soon forget how they droned on and on about boring topics like the trials in court they had been dealing with lately. When they eventually left, I got ready for my daily trip to the church. I changed into something a little more humble for my outing. This time I chose a white dress with simple pink and light blue embroidery. The princess and I were accompanied by two members of the clergy to take us to mass. After mass I spent some quality time with my husband as we ate lunch together. My goodness he eats a lot! It’s a wonder that he doesn’t explode. Serving after serving, he has the stomach of a rhino. As he stuffs himself he informs me of the growing financial problems we’re having. Quite frankly, I think he is getting flustered over nothing. If we need more money we will simply increase the taxes on the third estate. It’s not like they could do anything if we increased the taxes. They are uneducated and ignorant; we have no reason to be intimidated by them.
After lunch I went to my friend Victoria’s for some coffee. I often look forward to my visits with Victoria; she absolutely adores me, and is sure to give me all the gossip on the noblemen and their wives. We talked longer than usual today, and I was quite ready for some quiet time in the garden by the end of our chat.
The evening was the same as it is every day. We feasted and listened to the orchestra. I avoided the oh-so subtle glares of the noblemen’s wives. They are just jealous because they could never afford the gorgeous jewels I have on tonight. They simply have to accept that I’m the highest class and there is no one who will ever surpass me. It’s quite exhausting living amongst idiots. Speaking of which it is quite late and I have to get some rest before tomorrow so good
bye for now.
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June 17th 1789,
Today started off as a regular day in the palace, however, failed to remain ordinary with the declaration of the National Assembly and the Tennis Court Oath. I’m beginning to see a frightening pattern in the days lately. The citizens of the third estate are growing more and more determined to make France an equal society. They don’t see that the way France has been living is very normal. The different classes of people and the society in France are uniform to every other country in Europe. There will always be poor peasants and rich Monarchs like me. It’s not my fault I was born into such great fortune. The peasants will simply have to accept the way of life that had been chosen for them.
I met a lovely young clergy member today on my outing to church. He was one of my escorts. Usually I say nothing to my escorts, however, today I found myself striking up a pleasant conversation with Emmanuel Barbotin. We talked about the Tennis Court Oath and the shock waves it sent through France. He informed me that more and more nobles are afraid that their once perfect way of life will be sabotaged by all the chaos the third estate is creating.
At noon was time for lunch, but I was so distressed I could barely eat. The noise outside was giving me a headache. I did manage to eat a small lunch of cheese, bread, apples, biscuits, pastries, and turkey with truffles as a main. As I ate I discussed with my husband the growing obnoxiousness within the third Estate. He agreed that something had to be done. He assured me that if the National Assembly did not quite down soon he would order to have them arrested. This comforted me; however, I do have to remind myself who we are dealing with. The majority of third estate is uneducated and incapable of intelligent thought. The National Assembly will most likely self-destruct before the palace even has to lift a finger. At this thought I smiled to myself and lifted my wine glass to my lips. Sometimes I get so flustered over the smallest things.
The rest of the day went smoothly and without a care. After lunch I went to visit a noblemen’s wife Tiffany. Although Tiffany is one of the most loathsome people I have ever met, Louis told me to go and talk to her about how much we appreciate her husband’s support in our recent hardships. Being the lovely wife that I am I went and talked to her for nearly an hour. When I finally escaped I desperately wanted to go on a carriage ride. I went to ask my lady in waiting to make arrangements for my carriage ride when I realised that the noise from the outside the palace would disrupt my ride through the garden. Sighing heavily I turned toward my bedchamber where I stayed for the remainder of the day.
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This will be my last diary entry. Tomorrow I will be beheaded in the guillotines. I never could have imagined that I would be found guilty for treason and publicly executed. At first I was shocked now I’m so overwhelmed with fear that I have made myself numb in order to continue to function properly. I sit her alone terrified of what tomorrow brings me. And for once in my life I can do nothing to change my destiny. In the palace I held such a high position, as the Queen, that I always received whatever I wanted with out question. Whatever extravagant jewels or dresses I desired I would receive. No one dared question my judgement or decisions I was untouchable. It is hard to think that you can go form being in that much of a prestigious position to being slaughtered like a cow. In the guillotines people are herded in one after another, and killed quickly without a thought. I imagined my death before. I would be lying on my death bed covered in the most beautiful jewels you had ever seen. Rubies, emeralds, and diamond would plaster me from head to toe. Even the sheets would be made of the finest silk known to man. Everyone would gather around me mourning the great loss of France they were about to witness. Tears flowing down the ladies cheeks like rain drops into an ocean. I would give those ladies a reassuring look, as if to say “it’s going to be alright”. Then I would float away gracefully to the gates of heaven.
My husband was killed before me. Although I should be devasted, on this inside I feel nothing. I’m more concerned over my upcoming death than his. He deserved to be executed due to the countless bad decisions he made. The first was locking the third Estate out of the hall. Clearly that was only going to infuriate them and make them more determined. The tennis Court Oath came shortly after as the result of his decision. He drove France into bankruptcy due to his complete incompetence. I have always despised him for being such an indecisive man. Of course I could never say this, not even in my diaries. However, seeing as it’s my last night on earth, I will say whatever I want about my loathsome husband. He didn’t deserve my love. When I was fifteen my mother assured me I’d grow to love him. I didn’t.
Saying good bye is difficult because I always imagined I would be saying good bye to more than I blank sheet of paper. However, during the reign of terror almost everyone turned on my husband and I. Our once supporters ran away cowardly. My whole life was turned upside down. And ever since then my life has become a nightmare that I can’t wake up from. However, in this time of darkness I guess I would like to say good-bye to my family, whom I missed terribly during my life away from my true home; Austria. I thank you for all of my wonderful childhood memories. Good-bye and thank-you.